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Then again, we had been in heat…
Argh.
It wasn’t an easy decision to make. Not even a little.
Another dragon shifter came over and sat down at our table, asking Eli a question about his shift at the prison. I listened to them talk while I ate, and started to get a better feel for the way the group functioned.
They were all rough and tumble guys, but they had each other. They were a family. And they were pursuing their freedom in the best way they knew how—by hiding from everyone and everything that could get in the way of it.
After we ate, I spent a while combing my mind for everything August and I had done to avoid sealing the bond. I wrote it out in bullet points, then summarized it. I didn’t write any details about the sex, because that was none of their business, but I tried to be fairly specific.
-decided to become a team and deal with heat together
-gave the magic everything it wanted except sealing the bond
-touched when it urged us to touch, spent all our time together, didn’t try to stay away or push ourselves.
-gave in to the desire when it hit, as much as possible without going all the way
It really wasn’t that complicated.
August holding me while I writhed in pain, without sealing the bond, was a bigger factor than anything else I wrote down. But that was his story to tell, not mine.
The dragons seemed satisfied when I handed the page over. That made me think at least one of our strategies was new to them, but I didn’t ask.
Instead, I played nice, hanging out and staying quiet as the dragons did their thing. It was interesting to see the massive guys all in their element, but my mind always went back to August.
And the stupid, insane decision I’d made after I talked to his brothers.
After dinner that night, I retreated to August’s room under the guise of going to sleep. I waited a few hours, forcing myself to stay calm and quiet, as if I was sleeping. I heard footsteps in my hallway at one point, which made me think someone was checking up on me.
But after that, it was only silence.
I gave it another few hours just to give myself the best chance of success, then packed my backpack and slipped out of the room.
My bare feet were silent on the cold stone as I padded down the hallway, finding the stairs with relative ease. There were two large pillows in my hands, and my backpack was near bursting, but I’d make it.
I forced myself to focus on counting the floors again as I walked down, and down, and down.
The sounds of the prison didn’t faze me.
I didn’t let them faze me.
When I finally reached the right floor, I let out a silent prayer that I’d counted right, and slipped down the hallway.
I passed two prisoners on my way through the mostly-empty hallway. One of them started mumbling when I passed him, but I ignored it.
August was asleep when I reached his cell.
My heart pounded so loudly I couldn’t even hear the noise from the other prisoners.
My stomach was tight.
My chest was, too.
August inhaled in his sleep—and his breath caught.
He sat up groggily a moment later, his movements slow enough to tell me he was in more pain than he’d shown when I saw him earlier.
